Dense and Scattered

He awakened the spring in her heart with a sprig of peach blossom. At that moment, her heart was filled with flowers, everything was in full bloom, and all the good scenery in the world was in his eyes. The river in Shangjing, the street with full moon, and the bamboo in the quiet forest suddenly lost their color. It was during the light rain of apricot flowers that year that Jiang Huai became a good swordsman. Countless petals fell down as his figure swayed. His figure was slim and slender, and the cold sword danced in his hand so beautifully, while she sat on the edge and watched him quietly.